Araceli's Pov I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was just rising, painting the room in a soft orange glow. Zayn’s arm was wrapped around my waist, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. This moment felt peaceful, like nothing else in the world mattered. He shifted behind me and kissed my shoulder. “You awake?” “Yeah,” I whispered, smiling. “Mmm. Good. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” I turned to face him. “You are still going?” He nodded. “Yeah, the flight is in a few hours. I have to be at the airport soon.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Can’t you cancel it?” He chuckled. “Business doesn’t wait, baby.” I sighed. “Fine. But let me help you pack.” We both got up slowly. I pulled on a robe and tied it around my waist. He walked to the closet, pulling out a few shirts and slacks. I joined him, folding things into his suitcase on the bed. “How many days will you be gone?” “Just four days, mi amor.” “Four days is
Zayn's POV "Sir," my P.A called, stretching my phone out to me. "Your phone has been ringing for over an hour now. I think it's really urgent." I took the phone from her. It was my home line. "How many times do I have to tell you? If there's a call from home, no matter what, give it to me right away." "Sorry, Sir. I didn’t want to interrupt." I clicked on the screen and picked the call. "Yes?" The voice on the other end was shaking. "Mr. Vanderbilt, it's Araceli, Sir. She’s gone." I stood still. My heart dropped. "Gone? What do you mean gone?" "She was kidnapped, Sir. We were knocked out. I just woke up. The kids are here, but she’s not in the house." I didn’t wait for more. I rushed out of the room, ignoring the looks and questions. My driver saw me and didn’t ask questions. "To the airport, now." I said. The ride back felt to the airport was antagonizing. I kept calling Araceli’s phone, but there was no answer. It was switched off. When we got to the airpor
Araceli's Pov The sharp tone of my alarm jolted me awake, dragging me from my deep sleep. My heart thundered in my chest as I reached blindly for my phone, squinting at the screen. 5:00 PM. Three hours. That was all I had to turn myself from this sleepy mess into the polished, untouchable dancer the club demanded. The familiar ache in my muscles reminded me of the night before. Exhaustion lingered, but there was no time to dwell on it. The day was already slipping away. I threw off the sheets, stumbling into the bathroom. The cold spray of the shower against my skin had me fully awake. I reached for my hair shampoo, my mind filled with thoughts of tonight’s checklist: pack for work, grab food, feed Buttons, and drop off Mrs. Mackenzie’s salad. Her constant motherly concern about my health made me smile faintly as I scrubbed shampoo through my hair. The way she fussed over me, always claiming I didn’t eat enough or worked too hard, it was a comfort I didn’t know I needed until she
Freya's Pov The first light of dawn pierced through the curtains, stirring me awake. The soft wind played with the curtains but my focus stayed on the man beside me. Caleb’s face looked peaceful, his features relaxed in a way I rarely saw during the day. For a fleeting moment, I let myself enjoy this quiet, his steady breathing the only sound in the room. Slipping out of bed, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand as I moved gently, careful not to wake him from his sleep. In the kitchen, I got started with making coffee, the rich aroma quickly filling the space. As the coffee brewed, I put a call across to my PA. She picked on the first ring, “Tiana, has my dress been delivered?” “Yes ma'am,” Her calm voice spoke from the other end of the phone, “Your photo shoot is scheduled for twelve noon today ma'am, and we also have the board of…” “Cancel it.” The line went quiet for a few seconds. “Ma'am, we are already behind on the agreeded day for the shoot, the contract states that it
Zayn's Pov The office buzzed with activity as I walked in, and I dove straight into work. Meetings with the data analytics team awaited me, and I needed to review last month’s performance. But even as I flipped through files and interviewed candidates for an open position, my mind wandered. I couldn’t shake her image. The girl from the club. Her scent, a warm blend of caramel, vanilla, and amber, still lingered in my mind. Her skin had felt like silk under my hand, and the way she moved on that stage, so graceful and deliberate. She was no doubt captivating, her image kept replaying in my head. It had been a week since I saw her, yet she occupied more space in my mind than I wanted to admit. I shook my head, refocusing on the file in front of me. This wasn’t like me. I never got distracted, least of all over a woman. My life had no room for complications, and this girl was exactly that, an unnecessary distraction. But I couldn’t stop. My thoughts kept dragging me back. **Flashbac
Araceli's Pov My kitchen felt suffocating as I slurped down the last of my instant noodles. Hunger had won the war against dignity tonight. I dropped the empty bowl into the sink, ignoring the pile of dishes that had accumulated. My body was too drained to care, I can sort it out later. Sinking into my couch, I tried to distract myself with another episode of Love*****d, but my mind had other plans. His face, Mr. Stranger, kept creeping into my thoughts. His piercing gaze, the way he carried himself, his confidence, the air of authority that seemed to be flowing out of him, even in a dingy club like that... Who is he? What was he doing in a place that is clearly out of standard for him? His presence had done something to me, flipping a switch I didn’t know existed. On stage, his eyes had locked onto mine, and for a moment, I had felt like the only person in the room. I can't deny the little part of me that hoped he was pleased with my move. And then he had walked up on stage. That
Araceli's Pov The dull ache in my feet had graduated to full-on screaming as I walked through the office in these ridiculous heels. Dancing in heels might be second nature to me, but working in them for hours? Torture. Starting a Monday morning like this wasn’t exactly a dream. Fiona, Zayn’s former PA, had done her best to cram weeks of training into two hours, but nothing could have prepared me for my boss’s yelling. Zayn Vanderbilt is one hell of a grumpy, arrogant boss. He is so bossy. I sighed, rolling my shoulders back. "Guess that’s why he’s the boss, Araceli," I muttered internally, trying to stay sane. At the reception desk, I handed Valerie a stack of documents Zayn had asked me to pass along...I mean, ordered me to pass along. “Hey,” I said, my smile as sweet as I could muster, “Mr. Vanderbilt asked me to give these to you. He said you would know what to do with them.” Valerie’s eyes shot daggers at me as she snatched the papers from my hand. “Of course, I would. Some of
Zayn's Pov I drove home, my grip on the steering wheel tighter than it needed to be. My jaw clenched involuntarily as I replayed the events of the day. Seeing Araceli through my office window at lunch, smiling at David like that... it shouldn’t have gotten under my skin. But it did. Why? That was the question that burned at me. I have seen her smiling a thousand times, the way her brown eyes sparkle, the slight tilt of her head, her cute lips spreading slightly as she did. But watching her with someone else, someone who wasn’t me, was almost unbearable. I want to be the one she smiles at like that. I tried to focus on Freya instead. My wife. The woman I had vowed to love, honor, and protect. The woman who, for years now, had felt like a stranger. I couldn’t remember the last time we had a conversation that wasn’t filled with tension. Still, the guilt lingered in my chest. There should be no excuse for almost cheating on my wife. Pulling into the driveway, I cut the engine and sat f
Zayn's POV "Sir," my P.A called, stretching my phone out to me. "Your phone has been ringing for over an hour now. I think it's really urgent." I took the phone from her. It was my home line. "How many times do I have to tell you? If there's a call from home, no matter what, give it to me right away." "Sorry, Sir. I didn’t want to interrupt." I clicked on the screen and picked the call. "Yes?" The voice on the other end was shaking. "Mr. Vanderbilt, it's Araceli, Sir. She’s gone." I stood still. My heart dropped. "Gone? What do you mean gone?" "She was kidnapped, Sir. We were knocked out. I just woke up. The kids are here, but she’s not in the house." I didn’t wait for more. I rushed out of the room, ignoring the looks and questions. My driver saw me and didn’t ask questions. "To the airport, now." I said. The ride back felt to the airport was antagonizing. I kept calling Araceli’s phone, but there was no answer. It was switched off. When we got to the airpor
Araceli's Pov I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was just rising, painting the room in a soft orange glow. Zayn’s arm was wrapped around my waist, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. This moment felt peaceful, like nothing else in the world mattered. He shifted behind me and kissed my shoulder. “You awake?” “Yeah,” I whispered, smiling. “Mmm. Good. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” I turned to face him. “You are still going?” He nodded. “Yeah, the flight is in a few hours. I have to be at the airport soon.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Can’t you cancel it?” He chuckled. “Business doesn’t wait, baby.” I sighed. “Fine. But let me help you pack.” We both got up slowly. I pulled on a robe and tied it around my waist. He walked to the closet, pulling out a few shirts and slacks. I joined him, folding things into his suitcase on the bed. “How many days will you be gone?” “Just four days, mi amor.” “Four days is
Araceli's Pov I leaned over Zayn, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He did not stir. His face looked so peaceful when he slept. I smiled to myself and pulled the covers up around him a little more before tiptoeing out of the room. I checked on the kids first. Kamila was wrapped up in her unicorn blanket, her mouth slightly open as she snored quietly. Kamrin, on the other hand, had kicked his covers off and lay sideways on the bed like he had tossed and turned all night. I shook my head and gently pulled the covers over him. He grumbled a little but settled down. Downstairs, I got started on breakfast. The smell of pancakes and eggs filled the air. "Good morning mummy." I turned to find the twins coming downstairs, sleepy-eyed and smiling. "Good morning my love." I rinsed my hand before drying it with a napkin as I walked toward them. "How did my babies sleep?" "I dreamt of princess Elsa, mummy." Kamila exclaimed, smiling like she was given the biggest candy ever.
Zayn's Pov I stood by my home office window, starring out in the dark. I could see the whole of the estate, the soft glow of the garden lights flickered against the marble pathways, gently lighting up the area. The trees gently swayed as it was not so windy tonight. I ran a hand over my face, exhaling slowly. My jaw clenched as I replayed the conversation from earlier. As much as I would love to turn my back on it, I couldn’t. If that man is serious, Caleb's life might just be hanging on a thin rope. This isn’t the first time I am being dragged into my brother’s mess. It sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. But this time, I was done letting him get it easy. He is a grown up and will be treated as such. A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. I turned as Araceli stepped inside, already looking at me with that knowing expression. “You are overthinking again,” she murmured, closing the door behind her. You are overthinking again,” she murmured, closing the door behind her. I
Zayn's Pov The day had dragged on longer than I wanted. I was buried in reports, meetings, and a pile of issues I did not give a damn about right now. My mind was elsewhere. It was on the woman and kids I had left at home, on the brother I had spent two weeks trying to ignore, and on the problems that refused to stay buried. Then my phone buzzed. A private number. I frowned, debating whether to answer. I was not in the mood for unknown calls, especially not at this hour. I begrudgingly picked it, muttering something along the line of "this better be important." I exhaled sharply and answered. "Who is this?" A voice came through, steady, cold. "If you care about your brother, meet me at the docks. Warehouse 14. Thirty minutes." I gripped the phone tighter. "Who the hell is this?" I repeated my question. "Someone who knows Caleb better than you do. Someone who knows he is drowning in shit, and if you do not step in, I might be tempted to do something drastic and you will
Zayn's Pov I nudged the bedroom door open with my shoulder, carefully balancing the tray in my hand. The scent of basil and tomatoes filled the air as I stepped inside, where Araceli sat propped against the headboard, her laptop on her thighs, her eyes puffy and tired. “Special delivery,” I said, setting the tray down on the nightstand. She glanced at the bowl, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “What’s this?” “Minestrone,” I said, straightening up. “Made it myself. Every chop and stir done with love.” Her eyebrows shot up, and for the first time all day, a teasing glint appeared in her eyes. “With love, huh? Are you sure it wasn’t the chef who made it? Because this looks too perfect to be yours.” I smirked, grabbing the spoon and holding it out to her. “You wound me, mi amor. After all the effort I put in preparing this master delicacy, this is the thanks I get?” She chuckled softly, the sound a little raspy from her earlier vomiting. “I will believe you when
Araceli's Pov I tugged at the hem of Zayn's sweatshirt, peeking out the window as Rilly’s car rolled into the driveway. She wasn’t even out yet, but I could already hear her loud chatter through the windshield. Can't deny that it's very much needed after everything that had gone down these past few months. The car door slammed shut, and in seconds, my best friend was at the door. I barely managed to open it before she tackled me into a hug. “Look at you!” Rilly said, pulling back just enough to scan my face. “You are glowing. And don’t you dare tell me it’s the tears from last week’s funeral, this is man glow, Ara. Admit it.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t fight the grin forming on my lips. Rilly always had a sense of dark humor. “It’s moisturizer. Stop making stuff up.” “Yeah, sure,” she teased, tossing her purse onto the couch as she walked in. “That moisturizer sure made you this much of a star. My best friend is hot gossip, trending on every damn media platform. ‘Who
Zayn's POV Ultra texted earlier. Cryptic as ever, he claimed he had leads on the media circus surrounding Araceli, insisting it had to be discussed in person. Typical. Instead of sending an email or making a simple phone call, he wanted me to drive halfway across the city. But Ultra wasn’t normal. Brilliant? Yes. Strange? Absolutely. And exactly the kind of person I needed in my corner right now. The café was quiet when I arrived. Dim lighting, soft jazz playing in the background, a perfect cover for a discreet meeting. Black shades shielded my face. The media was still buzzing with my name, and I wasn’t in the mood to give them more fodder. Ultra sat at a corner table, his laptop open, blue light illuminating his sharp, almost hawkish features. Surrounding him was an array of gadgets and wires that made his table look like a tech shrine. He didn’t even glance up when I approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted, fingers flying across the keyboard. His voice carried that usual d
Zayn's Pov My phone buzzed, shattering the quiet in my office. Louis’s name flashed across the screen. "Man, have you seen the news?" His voice was tense, almost breathless. I frowned, reaching for my tablet. "No. What’s going on?" "Just… check it," he said, the urgency clear. Then he hung up. I opened the tablet, and there it was, headlines plastered across every news outlet, my face at the center of it all, larger than life. Different headlines on different article. Billionaire Zayn Vanderbilt's Baby Mama Drama Secrets Unveiled: Divorce, Cheating, and a Mysterious Stripper Lover Tragedy Strikes: Did Zayn Vanderbilt Murder His Brother's Child? Blood Feud: The Vendetta Between Brothers Vanderbilt. I clenched my jaw, a bitter taste settled on my tongue as I took it all in. They had managed to pull Araceli into this, dragging her through the mud alongside my name. I hadn’t wanted this for her. I reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Sure enough, my name and